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Prompt: Surreal Socotra Minimalism in the mixed styles of Arthur Rackham, Warwick Goble, Harry Clarke, abstract obscurity, distorted reality, retro-futurism, character study of a socotra, hyperrealistic minimalism
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pinky&brain

Model: Stable Diffusion XL 1.0 (1024)

Prompt:

Surreal Socotra Minimalism in the mixed styles of Arthur Rackham, Warwick Goble, Harry Clarke, ab...Show more
Width: 680
Height: 1024
Scale: 7
Steps: 25
Seed: 167672639
Strength: 0.62
Sampler: Euler A
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